come here often?

not so much now.

this part of my life is over,

and so is this blog.

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blessed be,

mdy

i've learned....

i am a prophet, or-

my own worst enemy, maybe- or-

both, or neither- OR-

i am just a soulless, heartless, loveless vagabond

with no road,

no home,

and no you...

doors

i dont know if you remember this, but a long time ago i told you i was afraid of doors.
not doors themselves, really, but whats there, behind them.
because one time i opened a door to a silencer, and then i ran.